As you trudge through the dark and empty forest, a soft cold breezes through your fur. You could almost call it comforting, but something about it feels deeply wrong. As you progress, you feel as if there's no end in sight. You consider giving up. Then however, in the distance, you see a figure. At first she seems as if she sitting alone, then you notice the birds. Their bodies litter the floor in front of her, as she keeps a cold and unwavering gaze upon them. You shutter. Something is wrong. As the wind picks up around you, it seems to scream her name. Mothpaw...